A Bit of Sunlight on the Verandah

I am hungry as I watch the honey drizzle
onto the surface of your skin so warm
like golden drops of rain that fall in August.

Like a bit of sunlight on the verandah
slowly making it's way from one spot to the next
and I am transfixed by your beauty
and paralyzed by my need to possess

the river that runs gently
into your belly button swirling, cascading,
carressing your skin in sweet innocence

of Love, I can only say yes
If ever you would ask me to say it out loud
I could promise to keep quiet
and push down my hunger and loudly deny my need
to possess that bit of sunlight
on the verandah.